192: Weapons

Pan Han, with lightning speed, ran to a half-collapsed building.

He circled it once, stuffing several explosives into wall cracks.

"It should work, right? After drawing three frying pans in a row, my luck should turn around." Pan Han was unsure if he could collapse the tall building, so he could only rely on luck.

At worst, he would just keep opening blind boxes.

The rest was to attract the zombie horde, gather them in front of the building, and then quickly run away.

The zombies moved slowly, so he would kill as many as he could.

After thinking it through, he went back to attract the horde. He yelled loudly at them, maintaining a luring distance.

To gather more zombies, he even charged in and fought with them, drawing even more over.

"That's enough, time to retreat." After beating thirty-some zombies to death, he threw away his frying pan and bolted sideways.

This time, he put in all his effort, increasing his speed to the limit.

Because he didn't know how powerful these few packs of explosives were, he could only run as far as possible; if he blew himself up, it would all be for nothing.

After running about a hundred meters, he slid into a large pit and pressed the detonator.

Bang! Bang! Bang! After several loud explosions, the building collapsed, a hundred-meter-tall, fifty-meter-wide skyscraper instantly crushing down.

Instantly, the scene was dead silent.

All the zombies were crushed beneath the building, instantly turning into meat paste, not even having time to let out a howl.

Pan Han poked his head out to observe the results and found it to be a great success.

He joyfully jumped out of the pit, stood on a rock, and looked down from above.

It's stable, this time it's absolutely stable!

"Oh yeah! Everyone's satisfied this time, right!" Pan Han imitated Sun Wukong, doing a few moves and striking a pose.

His wristband vibrated, and the data updated.

Trial Participant: Pan Han

ID: 200

Zombies Killed: 1730

Ranking: 2

"Wow, look! Pan Han has made a comeback!"

The commentator in the broadcast hall saw the data and quickly reported it to everyone.

"Holy crap! How did he do that?"

"He killed over 1,000 in one go?"

"That's too damn exaggerated!"

"That's just ridiculous!"

"He actually surpassed everyone to second place!"

Cheng Xiao, seeing this scene, jumped up like a little girl: "That's great, Commander, how did he do it?"

"Dear viewers, let's replay the scene. Director, please switch the screen for everyone." The commentator was also exceptionally happy; the scene had finally become interesting.

"Received!"

The replay was immediately switched to the main screen.

Everyone stared at the screen, and after a few minutes, the replay finished, and the scene erupted in warm applause.

This time, it was sincere!

"Pretty boy, well done!"

"I didn't realize this guy was quite intelligent."

"This kid is interesting, we need to pay attention! His way of doing things is quite different from ours."

Pan Han, on site, smiled slightly after seeing the data.

But he didn't linger; he continued to rush to the next red dot.

Keep opening blind boxes.

Who said opening blind boxes was addictive? You were damn right!

The next red dot was just 20 meters away.

Pan Han could already see the box, and it was very large; it definitely contained good stuff!

He sprinted over, just about to reach it.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the side, and with a bang, knocked Pan Han flying.

He rolled seven or eight meters away, immediately getting dizzy and disoriented!

"What the heck, you can do that?"

At this moment, the live broadcast screen had already switched to Pan Han, and everyone in the broadcast hall happened to see this scene.

Cheng Xiao, seeing Pan Han injured, immediately shrieked.

She rushed to the staff area to protest, "Look! Is this not a foul?"

"Who is this guy? Isn't that a foul!" The onlookers also echoed.

"Yeah, didn't they say you couldn't attack other people in this round?"

"Does he think no one can see him? Doesn't he know it's being broadcast live?"

"Who is this person? He's really embarrassing their base!"

Pan Han immediately stood up, adopting an attacking stance, staring intently at the person opposite him.

"Kid! I got this box first. Just consider yourself unlucky." A tall, muscular man over two meters tall picked up the box and said coldly to Pan Han.

"Less talk, could you have gotten it without hitting me?" Pan Han saw his strong muscles and knew the opponent was not to be trifled with. He decided to try to reason with him first and wait to see if the referee team would intervene.

"50% chance, it's a reasonable collision! If your body's weak, whose fault is that?" The big guy articulated clearly, speaking coherently, which was very inconsistent with his rough appearance.

"Well done, I didn't expect you to be quite reasonable." Pan Han couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up, almost applauding him in front of his face.

"I am always reasonable. As long as I am in the right, I will be reasonable."

"What if the referee team rules you're in violation?" Pan Han looked up at the drone in the sky, probably knowing that this scene had already been sent back.

"If they rule a violation, I'll accept it. But if you think you can make me give up just by talking, you can save your breath."

"How about we split the weapons? Arguing here is a waste of time. Look at the data, everyone else is killing, we'll fall behind." Pan Han had a sudden idea; seeing how big the box was, he guessed there were quite a few weapons inside.

"No! Either it's all mine, or it's all yours. Half and half, I won't do it!" The big guy said very seriously.

My goodness! He actually has such principles!

This guy is a bit interesting!

"May I ask, brother, what is your esteemed name!" Pan Han even felt a bit like befriending him.

"My name is Nineteen Mao, from Qingmu Base!" The big guy shifted and moved, trying to free his hands to cup a fist, but he didn't want to put down the box, so he just sniffed and said loudly.

"My goodness! If that's your name, then it's very reasonable. This weapon, you can even have it!" Pan Han immediately thought of Wei Xiaobao's good brother.

At this moment, the organizers' broadcast sounded on both their wristbands: "After the referee team's judgment, Nineteen Mao has committed a foul! 100 zombie kills will be deducted, and the weapon will be returned to Pan Han. This judgment is final and cannot be appealed, and must be executed immediately. Otherwise, Trial qualification will be revoked."

Clatter!

Nineteen Mao immediately threw the box on the ground upon hearing the referee's decision.

"It's yours. I'm leaving. Goodbye."

With that, he turned and walked away.

"Wait!" Pan Han called out to him, and in front of him, raised his wristband.

"Referee team, if the weapon is mine, I can decide what to do with it, right?"

"Yes!" The referee team's voice came from the wristband.

"Okay, thank you, that's all."

With that, Pan Han opened the box in front of Nineteen Mao.

Indeed, inside were two 7.62mm machine guns, 5000 rounds of ammunition, a shotgun with 200 rounds of reserve ammunition, 12 grenades, and 2 directional anti-personnel mines.

Nineteen Mao saw it, swallowed, but still pouted and said, "Congratulations, Pan Han."

"Brother Mao, you take one machine gun, the shotgun is also yours, and the two large landmines are also yours." To Nineteen Mao's surprise, Pan Han actually wanted to split it evenly with him.

"Why?" Nineteen Mao asked in surprise.

"Anyway, I can't carry this much alone, what's there to be afraid of by splitting it with you?" Pan Han stared at him with a lecherous gaze.